Even if these former slaves harbor hatred for the empire and these slave traders, allowing them to shoot and kill the slave traders in front of them without hesitation, they still cannot possess the outstanding military skills of a real soldier. Quality.
The bullet fired from the carriage tore the young man's head into pieces, and five sharp metal fragments killed him. In fact, he didn't have to die here, he just needed to hide for a while, but the problem was that he didn't do that.
Immediately, dozens of people rushed out of the supply station room with guns in hand. Some fired guns into the sky and asked the passengers to get back into the carriages, while another group of people began to attack each carriage. They will also shout before attacking to ask the people inside to surrender and ensure the safety of the other party, but this behavior has little effect, especially when their companions are killed as soon as they show up. If there were imperial soldiers or police outside the carriage, they might surrender, at least they wouldn't have to worry about being killed.
But the group of people outside didn't look like soldiers or policemen at all. They were probably gangsters. Don’t expect God to reach out to help you while you are alive, just as you should never expect Him not to push you into hell after you die. This sentence still makes perfect sense. Instead of resisting and welcoming death, why not fight and maybe win
The chaotic gun battle lasted for a long time, and the pungent smell of blood filled the passenger compartment with the sounds of crying and cursing—not cursing the "robbers" outside the carriage, but cursing those who were crying and telling them to shut up. Keep your mouth shut and don't attract the robbers into the carriage!
Human nature is so interesting sometimes. We must show our toughness and authority when dealing with kind-hearted people, and we must be as compromising and satisfied as possible when dealing with terrorist and violent people. It's not a distortion of human nature, but a person who has truly grown up and knows when to show what traits.
The gunfire that lasted for more than 20 minutes finally subsided completely, and all the carriage doors were opened. The "robbers" looked at everything in the carriage with livid faces, just like what they had experienced, it was like a hell. The slightly younger women curled up and hid in the corners of the carriage, either indifferent to the changes in the outside world, or a little crazy. The men and children, too, were filled with numbness, and their sickly faces were a desperate gray.
"My fellow citizens, you are free!"
This sentence was translated into more than 20 languages and spread in every Endeavor carriage. These naked people gradually regained their consciousness, and their eyes became brighter. They looked at everything that happened in disbelief. , but this is really the case.
After all the slaves were rescued and transferred, the group left quickly. The conductor waited in fear at the supply station for more than ten minutes without seeing anyone return, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He asked the flight attendant to help him replace the catalyst, started the train and rushed to the next station as quickly as possible.
News of the hijacking of the slave train spread like wildfire across the West, but everyone who knew about it had different attitudes toward it.
When the mine owners found out about this, they acted very calmly, even indifferently. No matter how much the slave traders lost, it had nothing to do with them. They thought that the people who robbed the slaves might be local horse bandits in the west. They didn't know which group was so poor that they couldn't even pay dozens or hundreds of dollars a piece. The slaves are unwilling to let go. With such a mess, they still dare not rob the mining area. This group of robbers can only be described as waste.
When the horse bandits learned about this, they all wondered if a big shot had opened a new mine recently, and gave a big order to their colleagues, and then they asked their colleagues to rob the steam locomotive. . When some mine owners were under pressure and needed to mine a mineral deposit, they had no time to place orders with slave traders and wait for the next transaction. So they will issue bonus reward orders, or directly designate a familiar criminal gang to get them what they want.
Of course, it is natural to pay a little more for this. For something as risky as robbing a steam locomotive, the reward is naturally higher.
When the official heard the news, it just added a little pain to the painful headache. Anyway, trouble is like lice. When there are one or two, it may make you feel uncomfortable all over, but when there are too many lice, one It's uncomfortable, and it's uncomfortable all the time. Gradually, you get used to the discomfort and it becomes less uncomfortable.
As for Memnon..., his headache is not this matter, but another matter.
In the past few years, he used an old man from the Bloody Dawn as the whip of the Kadima Party to maintain his orthodox image and status, but he soon had some ideological conflicts with the whip. He chose a radical approach to lead the Kadima Party to participate in this political game as soon as possible, and hoped to obtain the position of governor as soon as possible, and then compete for the supreme power of the empire. However, the party whip, Mr. Schapke, believed that Memnon's pace was too great. Cooperating with capitalists was like setting a house on fire to keep warm. If he was not careful, a soul-rending force would be born under his crotch. Pain.
The different views of the two people also caused the Kadima Party to have huge differences for the first time after establishing the party. In the end, Memnon asked his secretary to persuade Schapke. If the leader of the Kadima Party is Mr. Kesma, Shapke can sacrifice himself to make him wake up. But now the leader is just the horse dealer Memnon. Mr. Shapke does not intend to die for him, so he takes a group of people with him. A large number of people with common ideals left the Kadima Party and returned to the opposition.
Just between last night and this morning, Schapke suddenly stood up and spoke out. He directly questioned whether Memnon's policy in the west could continue smoothly. Secondly, he questioned whether Memnon became the leader of the Kadima Party. Orthodox inheritance. In other words, Shapke believed that Memnon had stolen the benefits of Bloody Dawn and that he was not a good person.
If others question these issues, Memnon will definitely not be as troubled by these words as Shapke. Shapke has been a member of the organization since the first day of the establishment of Blood Dawn. It can be said that he is the founder and founder of Blood Dawn. one of those. His words are very authoritative, far beyond what Memnon, a horse dealer, can match. Some discordant voices once again appeared within the Kadima Party. Some people think that Memnon is now far away from everyone's original idea - to change this era. , let everyone live a happy and perfect life.
Although everyone knows that this is a nonsense original intention of Ta Ma, no matter how nonsense it is, this is the "programme" established by Bloody Dawn.
Memnon has cooperated vigorously with capitalists in recent years. By joining forces with capitalists to exploit and oppress the working class in the west, Memnon has gained the friendship of the capitalist class, and has used the betrayal of the interests of everyone in the west as a lever to leverage his own power on the political stage. His behavior and approach have seriously violated the program. Shapke's words immediately wavered some people, and these people are also backbone members of the Kadima Party.
Memnon is very good at disguise. He makes all his actions look like he is creating a beautiful era for everyone, such as the three-guarantee policy. But if you think about it carefully, behind all his policies, there are more or less capitalist shadows. He has betrayed the program and the original intention of Bloody Dawn.
Of course, human nature is always complex. Some people pursue a purely ideal world, while others are willing to stand on the ground. If some people oppose Memnon, then naturally a group of people will support Memnon. These are the vested interests after Memnon entered the political stage. In the past, they were members of extremist organizations who could not be seen in the public eye. Now they can appear in front of people swaggeringly in formal suits, with oily hair and powdered faces, and they hold great or small power.
They are no longer rats living in the sewers, but people living in the sun. They support Memnon from the bottom of their hearts and hope that Memnon can continue on his path.
The sudden crisis within the party has already given rise to signs of splitting. Once some people within the Kadima Party leave the party, this will become Memnon's biggest political stain and will also affect all his subsequent plans.
He must resolve this matter as soon as possible, before the eyes of the whole country are focused on the west!
"What do you want from me?" Memnon was a little embarrassed at this time, which was completely different from the image he usually maintained. He tore open his collar with his own hands, rubbed his hair, bent over and sat on the chair, and roared in a low voice: "It won't do you any good to make me stink, Shapke! You can't be a leader. , no one will be willing to follow you, if I fail, it means that all of us have failed!"
"This is not the success I want, Memnon." Shapke's voice in the receiver was aging but very firm.
Memnon suddenly stood up, grabbed the ashtray in his hand and threw it out, "Then what do you want? Money? Power? Status? Women? Or a bullet through your head?!"
"Tell me, you bastard, how on earth are you going to stop this stupid thing you're doing!"
"We've known each other for thirty years and I never thought the first person to stab me in the back would be you, Shapke!"
Shapke on the other end of the phone laughed, "It's twenty-six years, three months and eleven days. Also, I need to remind you that you will always be the treacherous horse dealer who disguised the workhorse as a healthy horse and sold it to us. "
"It's impossible for an orangutan to become a human even if it puts on human clothes, Mr. Memnon!"
(End of chapter)